Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  As I was finishing a set of lateral pull-downs, the gym door swung open and in she walked. She appeared not to notice me at first as she threw her bag down and began to stretch at the far end of the gym. She was beautiful! Certainly more striking than any woman I’d seen in the gym for a while. She was wearing loose-fitting shorts that showed off her tightly muscled medium-tanned legs and well-rounded ass to good advantage and a tank top that barely encased her large breasts, which sat high and proud on her fine chest. She had long auburn hair, which she wore in a loose ponytail.

  Not wanting to be caught staring, I tore my eyes away and concentrated on my next set. When I finished, I looked over to where she had been stretching. She was gone, but her bag was still there, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I needed the diversion her presence would provide. I searched the gym and found her two machines over, at the lateral-roll station. She was struggling through a set of rows. Her posture was all wrong, and her technique was unpolished. She looked over at me and smiled the most beautiful smile. Her eyes were a startlingly beautiful brown, with streaks of white and flecks of gold. I nodded in return, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

  As I was finishing up my last set of shoulder presses, she wandered over, introduced herself and asked if I would spot her on the bench press. My heart leapt into my throat, and for seconds I couldn’t muster a response. I recovered and eagerly agreed to help.

  Sally wanted me to spot her bench presses all the way down and back up. She said she’d just started working out and didn’t know her limits yet. When she lay down on the bench, her breasts rolled up from her chest like beautiful mountain peaks. I knew that to spot her correctly, I would have to have my hands toward the center of the bar, which meant touching her breasts with the back of my hands.

  I explained that I would help control the weight by lowering the bar slowly to her chest, then resting it for a couple seconds on her chest in order to build muscle resistance. I said that to provide the most help, my hands would have to be placed in the middle of the bar, where they would come in contact with her breasts. To my surprise, she indicated that this was okay.

  On the first few reps she needed little help, and I barely touched her tits. But by the fifth rep the backs of my hands were resting on her tits as she struggled with the weight. I felt their soft heaviness. By the end of the set my cock was embarrassingly hard. I hid it as best I could, but her gaze found my crotch and lingered a second or two before she smiled and said she was ready for another set.

  I helped her lift the bar and noticed her nipples barely making their presence known. That made me even harder, and on the pauses at the bottom of the reps I did my best to brush her nipples with my hands. By the end of the set they were hard and almost begging me to suck them. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, but her gaze again wandered to my crotch.

  Sally asked if I could show her proper hand placement on the bar and proper lifting technique. As I lay down on the bench, my hard-on quite apparent, and placed my hands on the bar, she crouched at the foot of the bench, saying her vantage point would be better. But her eyes were squarely on my crotch as I lowered the bar. As I finished the set, my hard-on subsided. Then I felt Sally’s hands on the inside of my thighs, and my cock sprang back to life.

  I uttered not a word, but lay back as she ran her hands up and down my thighs and finally inside my shorts. She fondled my cock through my underwear in long, slow strokes. Then without warning she freed it and caressed it with her soft, warm hands until it throbbed. Still wordlessly, she leaned over and took it in her mouth. At first she licked and sucked just the head, making me moan under my breath. Then she cupped my sweaty balls as she slid the shaft expertly all the way in, not gagging even when it touched the back of her throat.

  She worked on my cock like a finely oiled machine, moving her head methodically up and down, her teeth lightly scraping the underside, her right hand lightly squeezing my balls while her left hand stroked my cock in concert with her mouth. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. Heat rose from the center of my pelvis, and with it came warm pleasure that trickled up my shaft, causing me to catch my breath and moan still louder.

  Sensing I was near the edge, Sally increased her pace. I tried to prolong the pleasure by tightening the muscles at the base of my penis, but it was no good. I felt my come rising like magma in a volcano. My cock throbbed, and I exploded in her mouth in long, powerful spurts. I lifted my lower back off the bench and thrust my cock in deeper, wanting the pleasure to last forever.

  I came for what seemed like minutes but was probably no more than ten seconds, and she drank it all in—not a drop escaped her mouth. Finally, the throbbing in my cock subsided, and Sally let my still-hard member fall from her mouth. A droplet of come oozed out of the head. She licked it off like a lollipop.

  I told Sally that now it was her turn—I wanted to taste her pussy. But first I wanted to gaze on those beautiful melons adorning her chest. I took her right breast in hand and squeezed gently. It was heavy but oh so soft!

  Slowly, like a child peeling away the wrapper of a hotly desired gift, I exposed her tits to my hungry eyes. The dark-brown nipples stood out from the large, dark circles of her areolae like tiny penises ready for battle. The flesh around the nipples was a sea of bumps of arousal.

  Like a cat licking its paws, I licked the nipple of Sally’s right tit, coating it with saliva, then blowing gently on it, then licking some more. I repeated the process over and over, alternating tits, until she was moaning with pleasure. Her breath shortened as I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking it slowly in deeper, biting it gently and licking it in long catlike motions. I teased the nipple with my tongue and teeth, then switched to the left nipple and started over, licking, biting, and suckling. I could not get enough of the feel of her nipples in my mouth.

  Finally I moved up to her mouth and found her lips. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing and playing. Her legs were spread wide, and my hand snaked in her shorts and panties and found her mound. To my delight her bush was cut close. Her pussy lips were slick with warm juice.

  As we continued to kiss, our jaws working slowly, my fingers found a home in her pussy and my thumb found her clit, willing and waiting to be part of the fun. I took my fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth to taste her. The mix of pussy juice and sweat produced an intoxicating smell, sweet and musky.

  My cock, which never really softened, was throbbing again. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have my lips on her pussy. I moved down her neck, between her breasts and down her belly, kissing and nibbling on her while my fingers continued to explore her pussy, probing deeper and stroking slowly. I removed my fingers, wet and sticky with her honey, and pressed them to my lips to taste her again.

  I pushed Sally down on the bench and dived headfirst into her waiting honeypot. My tongue played along the outer lips until finally I parted them to reveal the inner set. Her soft moaning as I drank her in caused my dick to throb uncontrollably. It got so hard, it began to sting. I licked her pussy lips in long, soft strokes, down the length of one, then up the other. I repeated the procedure over and over until I sensed she was about to explode.

  Her moans became longer and louder. I spread her legs farther apart and drove my tongue in deep, feeling the wet warmth and comfort within. Working my tongue like a small penis, I fucked her, while my hands found her breasts again. I rolled her nipples gently between my thumb and forefingers. She convulsed as orgasm overtook her. Her moans formed a sweet stream of sound. She arched her back and pressed her dripping pussy in my face as waves of orgasm rolled over her, making her leg muscles ripple under my touch.

  Her moaning was driving me to the brink, and my throbbing cock needed to be in her. I grabbed her spread legs and drew her ass to the end of the bench. I stroked my hard-on a few times and enjoyed the pleasure building inside me once more as I gazed upon this beautiful woman laid out before me, legs spread, pussy dripping, begging for my cock. I rubbed her frag
rant pussy lips with the tip, pausing at her clit, grinding it slowly and working the small white bud into the hole at the end of my penis.

  Sally was breathing still heavier, and she begged me to fuck her. I slid my cock in her moist hole until it was buried deep within. Her soft pussy walls closed around it, and I paused to relish being inside her.

  I leaned down and found her lips again, and as our tongues danced, I started to move slowly inside her. I moved with long, deliberate strokes, almost exposing the mushroom tip of my cock, then burying myself again deep inside her cunt.

  I moved faster and faster. Sensing that she was about to plunge over the edge, I slowed down, teasing her, prolonging the pleasure. Sweat rolled off both our bodies, creating a puddle on the rubber mats underneath the bench. Droplets fell from my forehead onto her face and tits, but she seemed not to notice.

  She began to thrust her hips up to meet my thrusts. Her hands found her nipples and squeezed them. She took them in her mouth and sucked them hard, then offered them to me like lollipops. I sucked them in, one at a time. The warmth intensified inside me, so I picked up the pace, my need for release coming to the fore.

  Again the warmth spread through my pelvis and I felt the come pool inside me ready to explode. I fucked her faster and faster, like a man possessed. My balls slapped her ass, and her moans grew louder. Her pussy tightened around me, and she wrapped her legs around my back pulling me deeper inside. A scream exploded from her lips and her belly rippled with muscle spasms as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. Her pussy gripped my cock tighter and tighter. I tried to prolong the pleasure, but it was too much. I released my seed deep inside her.

  Finally the movements subsided, and Sally and I came back down to earth, spent. I looked down at her beautiful face, and she smiled at me mischievously. I smiled back shyly, and bent over to kiss her. With one last weak squeeze, her pussy released my softening cock. I eased it out of her pussy, dripping with my juice, then stood and helped her sit up.

  We put our gym clothes back in place. I offered to buy her dinner, and she accepted. That night as the moon climbed high in the sky we fucked again, to the music of the night owl and a chorus of crickets.—T.N., San Diego, California

  THE WAIF HE MET WALKING UP TO THE DINER TOOK HIM TRAVELING THROUGH TIME

  It was early morning when I decided I wasn’t in the mood for making breakfast and headed for a local diner I liked. The people, mostly single and friendly, made good wake-up company. It was a chilly Pacific Northwest spring morning. As I neared the door from the parking area, a dark sedan on its way out crossed my path. Then a quiet voice behind me said, “Hello.”

  I turned and saw the sedan’s driver, an attractive woman about my age. She was leaning out the driver’s window. She repeated her greeting, and I answered in kind. Somewhat hesitantly, she asked, “Would you like to spend some time?”

  At that time of morning it takes a sledgehammer to get through to me. “Some time?” I said. “Doing what?”

  She smiled a patient smile and said, “Talking?”

  I didn’t get it, but figured why not? I’m single, with no complications. “Okay,” I said. “How about my place?”

  She just nodded. Damn, the quiet type! I told her to follow me, and drove home with her sedan close behind. I figured I would make some coffee and we would pass some time in conversation.

  I was living in a huge loft that covered the entire top of an old Victorian in the middle of town. It was once an attic but had been redone as a gigantic living space—no walls, no doors (except the bathroom). Red carpeting. And “wall ceilings” that followed the steep roof line, rising from a couple of feet around the edges to a height of fifteen feet in the center of the apartment.

  When she entered, the sight made her swoon. She kept saying, “Oh, a loft—” as she drifted about the place like she was drawing energy from the very air. I wondered a minute about the sanity of having brought her there, but figured what the hell? She didn’t seem loony, just a bit loopy, a trait I find endearing.

  As she spun about, I got a good look at her—perhaps five-six, slender in a flowing, easy-moving way, with longish, straight hair with touches of silver. Her looks reminded me of my hippie days. She acted like a hippie throwback too.

  I walked to my small round breakfast table, next to the central brick chimney that began three floors down and rose through the peak. I was about to ask if she’d like some coffee, but she was just standing there with that same “hello” smile.

  “So,” I said, “what would you like to talk about?”

  Duh. She dropped her light capelike coat, took a step forward, put her hands behind my head and placed a soft, gently moving mouth on mine. She stopped after a minute to smile up at me. I pulled her close and kissed her determinedly. She managed to moan that my lips were very soft, and her tongue probed its way in.

  The next few minutes we tongue-danced, her body moving alternately into and away from mine, like teenagers on a first date. Blood quickly flowed to my loins.

  Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees. She had my belt buckle undone and my zipper down in a flash. In almost the same motion she wrapped a hand around my shaft and pulled it in her mouth. The hand started stroking. My knees buckled about then—I was lost in the warm wetness and in her deliberate mouth movements.

  She kept saying, “Mmm, mmm,” as she sucked. The loft was silent except for her quite loud lip-smacking sounds, which were turning me on beyond any turn-on I could recall. I thought if I didn’t cave in, I would surely explode, which I didn’t want to do yet. But she was sure going at it like she wanted me to burst. I was considering counting the chimney bricks to regain control when she took her mouth away and ran her tongue along the shaft while cupping my tight balls.

  I reached under her arms and pulled her up. Our mouths met again, hungrily. Her hand between us continued its stroking, and I put my hands on her tight behind, caressing it as our tongues canoodled.

  Taking her hand, I led her across the plush carpet, past the potbelly wood stove, to my double bed, on the other side of the brick chimney. We undressed each other quickly. I enjoyed looking at her waifish body. My cock jumped when I saw her smallish breasts, tipped with silver-dollar-size nipples, now hard and pointing at me. I took one between my lips and sucked it in, working it hard, then gently. When she quivered a bit, I flicked the nipple with my tongue, then made circles around it as it hardened.

  The bed was low to the rug, having no frame. I lowered her onto it with one hand holding her lower back and the other cupping her head. My mouth moved up from her breast over her slender neck, and our lips came together again. I was about to speak her name when it occurred to me that I didn’t know it.

  The moment her back settled onto the mattress, she spread her legs wide and literally pulled me by my cock on top of her. Again she wasted no time going after what she wanted. I found her aggressiveness appealing. It was the opposite of the way I would have imagined her as a lover from her waiflike hippie appearance.

  My cock throbbed like a motorcycle engine at the start of a race. I wasn’t at the controls anymore. She dug her heels in my ass and lifted hers off the bed up to me as she guided me in her. I started in slowly but was sucked in by her well-controlled muscles. She let me almost pull out, then vacuumed me back in. I’d only felt that once before, in much younger days.

  After a few adjustments, we found our rhythm and played with it like musicians jamming. Every time we’d reach a fever pitch, one of us slowed, thus holding off climax. All at once neither of us could control it anymore, and the fuck took on a life of its own. We tensed as if perfectly rehearsed, and on cue went over the edge.

  When we’d floated like feathers back to earth, we made small talk with our after-sex cigarettes. A few hours later, after more sessions of languid deliciousness, I had to dress for work. She mussed my hair as soon as I finished brushing it and generally acted up. I enjoyed her company—it was nice to have a kook hanging around.

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sp; We walked down to our cars, hugged and smiled silently before she snaked her way back out of town. We made no plans, exchanged no numbers, simply said good-bye as easily as we’d said hello. It was now a balmy Pacific Northwest mid-afternoon.

  I did see her again, a month or so later. Again we spent the day in the loft, oblivious to anything outside those walls. For a time afterward I took note of every car that passed me in my daily routine. Whenever I spotted a dark sedan, I stopped for a moment or two until it passed, to see if I could see who was driving.

  But no, it was just one of those things, a crossroads of two paths going their own ways—L.A., Salem, Oregon

  SOMETIMES THE BEST TRIPS ARE THE ONES THAT TAKE YOU TO UNFAMILIAR PLACES

  It all started when I drove down to see you. Of course I was running a little late, but good things are always the ones you have to wait for.

  We had arranged to meet at the gas station on the main street, since I wasn’t familiar with the place. When I pulled up to park, I caught a glimpse of you in the corner of my eye. Not paying attention, I looked back to catch another look and almost ended up plowing over a fence. (You didn’t see it, so I pretended it never happened.)

  I finished parking, then opened my door and slid out just enough so you could see me. I gazed in your eyes, almost childlike in their purity and trust. I wanted this night to be special for you, and didn’t know if I could wait to get there. I grinned and nodded for you to come over. You looked back, slightly tense, but smiled and walked toward me. Once we were face-to-face, we gave a quick hello and a nice hug. I kissed you on the cheek and asked if you were ready to go. You nodded and said yes.

  Once we were in the car, things were as quiet as they were when I drove down by myself. This didn’t shock me, but it did make me smile, knowing you were too nervous even to make idle chatter. Being the loudmouth I decided to jump in and pry you open. I didn’t talk about much that was important, but it was enough to have you smile and talk back.